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Slice. Slice. Slice. G'brel hummed softly to herself as she finished peeling her second tubber. Now to chop the two of them into some smaller slices. Chop. Chop. Chop. Chop. Chop. Chop. Chop.

Lifth watched idly as His worked, laying contently in a spot that was out of the way while still being within visual range. The whole process that His was going through bemused him a bit, and he really wasn't sure why she had insisted on cooking her own meal today. Oh well, more quite time for him at least. (Well, quieter than their bunk that was.) Isn't that a bit much for only yourself? he asked, eying the small pile of sliced tubers.

"You mean you don't want a taste?" she teased back jokingly. Although she was only half joking really. Anything she couldn't eat she would likely be offering to the growing blue as a small 'snack' of sorts. "Hm, where are those onions... Ah, here they are." It had been far too long since she had had the chance to come to the kitchens and experiment around on her own. She was overdue for some cooking.

Lifth looked over at the entrance as the rider was being pushed inside by his dragon and was certainly amused by the sight. Hello, Scarath, he greeted back easily. Mine has decided that she is in the mood to cook. He himself was rather indifferent on the matter, personally preferring his meals fresh and unseasoned. But hey, to each their own.

G'brel too looked over at the two when the bronzerider spoke, and she had to suppress a small giggle at the scene. "Hello, S'kor," she greeted with a smile. "Come to make something, or just grabbing a snack?"

"A pie, eh?" G'brel replied as she started to chop up her onion. "Sounds like our dragon has quite the sweet tooth. Hm, I haven't actually tried experimeting with any baked goods myself." Most of her cooking was only with normal meals. She didn't trust herself to not screw up a pie or pastry of some sort. Also, the root she was chopping was begining to make her grow a bit misty-eyed. Ugh. Stupid plant. Oh well. At least it tasted good.

You come in here often then? Lifth asked, looking over the bronze curiously. It'll be a bit of a tight squeeze before long you know. Actually, he himself probaly woldn't fit in here after a bit, and the bronze was already much larger. He had to wonder how he managed the doorway.

Lifth was eying the doorway and the bronze beside him. No, these ventures definitely would not be lasting for much longer. I see. Perhaps it is for the best. I do not believe the workers appreciate us being in here very much. Indeed, the only reason he was really even present along with his was because this place (had) afforded him more privacy. That and His seemed to be planning to use him to take care of any leftovers. Whatever.

"I can only imagine," G'brel replied when he told her of his dragon getting into the Weyrwoman's food. That can't have been pretty. It was somewhat amusing to here though that the rider had basically become his dragon's personal chef. It was a good thing he knew how to cook. "Can't say that I blame you, the right blend of spices can be quite delicious." She had moved on from chopping onion to chopping a green vegetable of some sort. "Any favorite recipes in particular?"

"I meant any favorite recipes for yourself, silly," she replied with a grin, amused by his show of amusement. "Good to know about Scarath though. Perhaps I should start experimenting with sweeter things sometime."

The blue shook his head. No, the food is for herself. I believe she's preparing a bit more than she can eat, however, so I will likely be finishing off the extra. Lifth didn't appear particularly enthused either way. Although you are more than welcome to it yourself if you would like. I'm mostly here for the peace. And while the bronze was far less annoying than this green bunkmate, it seemed that alone time was now over once again. Alas.

Liking different things wasn't bad, so the teen simply simpled when S'kor said he liked everything. She was amused at what he said about his dragon though. "Oh? Well then, that settles it. I must learn how to cook sweet things." By this point she had finished chopping up and mixing all of her choice herbs and vegetables, and after adding in a few small chunks of meat she dumped all of the ingredients in a pan to grill on the fire.

By the lake there is often mud, and in my bunk there is my bunkmate, he answered simply, as if those reasons explained everything. It may be a touch busy here, but the kitchen workers often leave me to my own. He was just the young quite blue lounging in the far off corner after all, so they really had no reason to bother him. Unlike Sleeth, who seemed to be under the odd impression that they were 'friends' and that any opportunity not spent chatting or singing was a wasted one.

No, G'brel had absolutely no intention of trying to steal S'kor's dragon away from him. She wouldn't trade her Lifth for any other dragon in the world, but she still loved almost all dragons in general. The fact that Scarath had such a sweet tooth simply amused her for the most part. "Hehe, that might take a while yet. For know I'm just sticking with what I know."

Mine, I think you are making Scarath's uncomfortable, Lifth remarked to his rider privately, having been observing the two while they spoke and noting the way the bronzerider had been regarding her. Not everyone may feel comfortable with having Their's spoiled by others.

Oh shush, you. The sweets would be just as much for me as for anyone else, G'brel answered simply, shaking the pan up a bit as it hovered over the flames. I love sugar just as much as the next person.

I realize that, but others may not. The blue turned his attention back to the larger male. She is nice, but... a bit too exuberant for my tolerance. It didn't help that the green seemed to be under the impression that they were actually friends and not merely bunkmates.

"I'll keep that in mind then," she replied with a smile, continuing the grilling process. Unlike the bronzerider, she didn't feel at all awkward about standing around and chatting about random things while their food cooked. Although it probably helped that her meal would be finished a lot sooner than a pie would. "Hey, getting excited for flying lessons yet?" she asked with a grin, looking back over her shoulder at the other. Their dragons had been learning how to fly on their own now, so it would only be a matter of time once they could join them in the air. It was a time that she herself looked greatly forward to.

Energetic, talkative, call it what you will, he replied. I look forward to private Weyrs.